Pandora

Pandora’s Box

There it is again: the familiar anticipation, bordering on apprehension. Tina always feels this way whenever David comes to visit. Her hands grip the steering wheel tightly, as she muses about their earlier conversations. She can’t WAIT to see him, yet, she is fairly shaking with the prospect of what is to come…

Tina first came across David on the Internet, about a year ago, and they began to exchange “naughty” e-mails and pictures, mostly about spanking and anal sex. Just a few months before, Tina got her first “taste” of both, and now there was no turning back: she was HOOKED.

After a few weeks, they talked offline for the first time, and David’s deep, confident voice had thrilled her, sending her imagination soaring. The scenarios he described were exceptionally creative, and they played EXACTLY to her fantasies:

(1) He would bind her to a tree in the forest, after she had chosen and retrieved the implement she would be punished with. He would then use the “switch” she had brought him until she could barely count the strokes…

(2) He would bend her over the hood of the car in a restaurant parking lot because she had been rude to the waiter, and make ABSOLUTELY SURE that she NEVER did it again…

(3) He would bind her and blindfold her before he pulled her across his knee, and pulled her panties down just far enough to spank her bare bottom until she couldn’t sit…

Tina’s arousal was strong and perfect: she could not imagine ANY situation more desirable than the situations David described…and there were MANY.

All Tina could think about was having her backside bared, paddled, and penetrated. Once they exchanged pictures, that feeling was only heightened, and Tina found herself masturbating almost constantly about being spanked by this man, and having him “have his way” with her bottom afterward…

David’s picture showed a man who was 6 feet tall, and around 190 to 200 pounds. No, this was no mega-athlete, no bodybuilder, no “perfect specimen of the male form.” But what Tina saw was a sensitive man who was fit, and healthy, and strong. Tina wondered just how his arms would feel wrapped around her…

In the picture he sent her, David was dressed in black, with a black silk blazer and an Italian black silk shirt – no doubt about it – his attire was NOT purchased at K-Mart. Although it was a publicity picture for his rock band, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him – it was as though the other bandmates in the photo didn’t exist. David’s stature exuded a natural confidence, and a smoldering sensuality that Tina found impossible to resist…

The fact that David was also a corporate professional at a large entertainment conglomerate was not lost on her – in fact, over time, Tina grew to realize that David could be a no-nonsense businessman, just as he could be a laid-back musician. The dichotomy intrigued her: Tina viewed David’s picture countless times over the next few months…

David, at the same time, was undeniably pleased by the picture he received from Tina. He had been a bit concerned, since he was 38 and Tina, too, was in her late 30’s. Most of the women he had met at that age had “let themselves go.” That wasn’t what David wanted.

All of his concerns melted away, however, when he opened the .jpeg of the beautiful woman he had been talking to for so long: Tina was a HOTTIE, and was obviously proud of the way she looked — daily trips to the gym had ensured that her body was tight and firm, and she made sure (deliberately, he supposed) that the picture she sent him had her posed slightly away, looking over her shoulder, so that her derriere was clearly visible. David could not help but imagine his hand landing on it over and over again…

Tina’s management position at work dictated that she be “tough as nails” – always in control, always making the decisions. Here was a woman who was a CHALLENGE, and indeed, David LOVES a challenge. Yet, this was a very feminine woman who’s underlying vulnerability was just as apparent as her obvious competence. Yes, David was MORE than intrigued…

——-

The honk of an impatient driver behind her brought Tina back to the present. It was only a 15 minute drive to the bus station. Why did it always seem like it took hours? After reminiscing in her mind, Tina was now even more excited than ever to see David. Yet scared. REALLY scared. Even as the heights of her arousal rose and intensified…

——-

They had only been together a total of 3 weekends over the past few months. The first 2 weekends had been EXACTLY what the “doctor” ordered: almost constant trips over David’s knee for spankings of various lengths and strengths and almost always leading to the excruciating anal pleasure she craved…sometimes for HOURS…

But just before the 3rd time they got together, Tina had been warned: she had gone one step over the line, though playfully so: “Fuck You, David!!! I WILL NOT let you spank me next time!” An idle threat, since that’s what Tina LIVES for, yet it brought this response:

“What did you just say to me, young lady???!!!”

“FUCK YOU!!!”

“Tina, since we are only talking over the phone, there isn’t much I can do right now. But I PROMISE you that the next time we’re together, we are going to discuss this IN DETAIL.”

“Yeah, well, FUCK YOU!!!”

Tina IMMEDIATELY knew she was in trouble, yet it’s AMAZING what 100 miles of distance will do for someone’s confidence! At the time, Tina’s Pittsburgh residence seemed SO safe, considering David lived in Manhattan. The next time they met, however, Tina realized that she should NEVER have been so “flip” about such a flagrantly impudent phrase. Not with David, at least…

She had almost forgotten about it the first night they were together, that 3rd time. He turned her over his knee and spanked her almost as often as he bent her over and pumped deeply inside her backside. Tina was in HEAVEN, and David certainly had nothing to complain about…

But that was Friday night.

Come Saturday morning, Tina’s bottom received the most severe spanking she could ever have imagined. David reminded her of her “F.U.” comments, and even as she tried to dodge the issue and remain contrite, she found herself over his knee and lectured for the next 30 minutes, her bare bottom spanked with everything from his hand, to a hairbrush, to a paddle, and even a ruler.

In all, he had her count 200 strokes…

Tina swore up and down that she would never, EVER say “F.U.” ever again! She had never received a true punishment spanking before, and she swore she would never earn one again! In fact, Tina could hardly believe she had been able to endure such an ordeal…

Still, deep down, Tina knew she was just trying to get him to stop. In the back of her mind, Tina had every intention of using that phrase again.

And David knew. Why did he ALWAYS know??? He had told her – in NO uncertain terms – that he felt she might not be able to stop saying “F. U.!” right away: old habits die hard…

David’s “grace period” of 5 such instances was MORE than fair: Tina would be able to say “F. U.!” a total of 5 more times, no matter what the situation, (and more than likely long distance, from Pittsburgh to Manhattan.) But on the SIXTH instance – the 6th time she had the AUDACITY to say “FUCK YOU, DAVID!” – she would receive exactly what she had received before, PLUS an extra 100 spanks for a total of 300 swats. Tina almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it.

“300 spanks!?? NO WAY!!! There’s NO WAY he would ever do that!” she thought to herself…

David even warned her when she had reached her limit: “One more – just ONE MORE TIME – and I am going to give you the spanking of a LIFETIME!!!”

Have I mentioned before that Tina is stubborn? Perhaps THAT’S why she had to “push the envelope.” Perhaps THAT’S why she HAD to say it that 6th time, over the phone, 100 miles away:

“FUCK YOU!!!”

She can still remember the silence over the phone. “Hello? Are you still there?” For just a moment, Tina feared that David would simply hang up in disgust – disgust for her blatant lack of respect for his wishes. Had he given up? Was that it? Tears came to her eyes as she listened to the silence on the other end. That’s the LAST thing she wanted! She was just PLAYING! Couldn’t he see that!!!???

“David? Are you still there? David?”

Just as Tina thought the worst, he spoke, in measured tones:

“Tina, I want you to understand 2 things:

“1) I have grown very fond of you over the past few months. But I want you to realize this as well –

“2) I will never except being treated with such language. No one – NO ONE – has ever spoken to me that way. It’s wrong, it’s disrespectful, and it makes the person you say it to feel like SHIT. Including me. Any of my employees who have been caught saying similar such things have been fired on the spot. I take this kind of thing VERY seriously…”

“But…but I was only PLAYING!!!”

“Don’t even start with me, Tina. You’ve already been punished quite severely for this before – you knew the consequences if you continued this behavior – and you chose to continue it.

“I just happened to talk to your boss Jack Wilkins the other day, when I called from Manhattan to see if you were in. As you may or may not recall, Jack and I got to know each other quite well during last year’s Christmas Party. We’ve kept in touch since then – we have a lot in common…

“I don’t need to tell you I was MORE than surprised to hear that you had apparently told one of your less than cooperative customers to ‘Fuck off!’ It was all I could do to convince Jack to ignore the customer’s complaint, and that I would handle your ‘indiscretion’ myself. As you know, I ALWAYS keep my promises. Luckily, Jack knows my reputation as well…”

Tina’s head was starting to spin. How could David have found out? She knew she was out of line when she told that BITCH to…well…but she never, in a million YEARS thought that David would find out about it! David never raises his voice – he always stays in control.

Yet, Tina knew that she was now talking to a VERY angry man…

“Honey, I’m sick and tired of your apparent desire to treat others – including me – like we don’t matter. That’s not the type of woman I want to be involved with. I want NO part of it.”

Tina’s heart sank to her knees. David was breaking up with her!!! All because she sometimes let her temper get the best of her! “I’m a GOOD person! That #*&*# deserved it! How DARE he tell me what to do!!!”

Her internal rantings didn’t help, however, because she KNEW he was right: the mere thought of him leaving her had her at the edge of tears once again…

“Tina, I don’t think you want me out of your life. And I CERTAINLY don’t want you out of mine. I’m just saying that I have tried – SO HARD – to give you EVERY opportunity to change your behavior, and you have chosen not to, over and over again. If you want to continue to see me, then things must – MUST – change.

“And I must stop “enabling” you…

“You are going to receive the most severe spanking you could EVER imagine. I gave you 200 spanks last time, for the SAME OFFENSE, and I thought that would be enough. I thought it would be MORE than enough…Obviously, I was wrong. You need MUCH more…

“I can’t help but blame myself to some extent, because I live so far away, and I’m not able to ‘monitor’ your behavior on a more frequent basis. But why should I have to? I am letting myself off the hook for this one. And I am telling you now: you shall either accept what you have coming to you, or we have nothing to talk about…

“To refresh your memory: I shall administer 300 swats, and the swats I give you shall be administered without consideration – they shall be as hard as I think you deserve, and I will NOT STOP until they have all been delivered. Even when you say – as you have said SO many times before: ‘I’ll never say it again!!! I PROMISE!!!’

“I will NOT STOP.

“The ball’s in your court – it is entirely up to you: either accept the discipline I have outlined for your actions, or find someone else — someone who is willing to accept your disrespect. I, for one, will not.”

Tina was APPALLED by David’s statements, yet she KNEW he was right! She KNEW she had been “pushing the envelope,” and she KNEW she wanted/needed David in her life. For the first time, she realized that she needed a man who would give her the discipline she needed, and that David was just the man to do it.

“You’re right, David. I’ve been SO wrong. I will accept whatever discipline you feel I deserve.”

“We’ve already discussed your discipline.”

“And I accept it.”

“Do you? Do TRULY think you deserve it? Or are you simply playing another one of your ‘appeasement’ games?”

“I deserve it, David. I need it. I CRAVE it. I have needed this for so long…”

——

Although it’s what David wanted to hear, he is still hesitant. David didn’t get to where he is by accepting people’s responses wholesale. He is shrewd. Exceptionally shrewd. Yet now, blinded by his desire and his resolve, David is almost – almost – afraid that he might have met his match – although he would never admit that to anyone. Not even to himself.

Tina, a competent professional, is also a MASTER of manipulation: she is extremely good at getting what she wants, and making certain sacrifices to get there. Was this merely another sacrifice? A ploy to ensnare him?

Such is the paranoia of the business world.

THE TRUTH (I’m the narrator, so I know these things):

David loves Tina, so much so that he wants to enfold her and make her feel safe and administer proper discipline if it is necessary, to bring her to a level she could not achieve alone – or if she were “reckless.”

Tina loves David SO much, and she wants his discipline. She NEEDS his discipline, or she will self-destruct over time. She desires his guidance and his control and his understanding.

One other thing: they BOTH get EXTREMELY turned on when David spanks Tina. Hard and constant, or light and teasingly: nothing turns either of them on more. Yet, it is all an elaborate role-play. It is ALL foreplay…

After a THOROUGH spanking, Tina can’t imagine anything more exciting than having David take his cock and pump deeply in and out of her behind.

After spanking Tina until she can’t SIT, David can’t imagine anything he’d rather do than make Tina’s behind feel REALLY good. Anal sex is what they both desire. And it is what happens every single time Tina gets her bottom tanned…

That being said, let’s get back to the story:

“In that case, Tina, I’m coming over this weekend. I’ll expect NO disobedience from you, is that clear?”

“Yes, sir. Very clear, sir.” Tina found herself falling into her submissive role quite easily.

As she hung up the phone, she could swear that the room was spinning…

——-

Tina didn’t like the fact that a cold sweat had broken out on her brow. Wasn’t she ALWAYS in control? Didn’t she ALWAYS know what to do??? Was her makeup running?

The nearer she came to the bus depot, the more confused Tina’s thoughts became: at once aroused, defiant, frightened, and regretful. Thoughts which often contradicted themselves…and which raced faster and faster with each passing moment…

One thing that Tina NEVER seemed to have control over was the arousal she felt whenever she knew she was about to be spanked. Why did it turn her on so much? Why did the thought of David’s hand, coming down over and over and over again on her bare bottom, get her so HOT!!???

Maybe THAT’S why this had gone as far as it had. Maybe THAT’S why David was here to give her the spanking of her LIFE! Because she WANTED it! She WANTED to be punished. She WANTED to be disciplined!

Tina’s parents had never touched her, opting for more “new-age” punishments such as “Grounding” or “Chores” or “Community Service” or “Time-Outs.” Commendable, for sure, yet Tina had suspected from an early age that she needed much, MUCH more…

Still, how had it come to this? Cursing herself for her temper and her misbehavior, Tina drove into the Bus Depot parking lot. “What was I thinking? David has NEVER backed down! David has always said ‘I mean what I say’, and he ALWAYS does what he says he will! Why did I think that this time it would be any different????”

Getting out of her car, Tina paces the parking lot, walking back and forth, waiting for David’s bus to arrive. She is SO WET, anticipating his arrival – anticipating his lips fastening over hers – his mere gaze sending her swooning to the point where she can barely manage to stand:

Love and lust SO intermingled that it is hard to discern between the two. And apprehension…

Tina is wet and tingling with desire, KNOWING David is going to make her feel SO good…Yet knowing she is in HUGE trouble. Pain will come before pleasure this time…

“Is he going to spank me right here, for all the other passengers to see? He’s done it before! OHMYGOD, why was I SO careless!!??? Will he wait for us to get back to my place? Will he instruct me to drive to my office, and spank me over the hood of the car, while all of my employees look on?

“Probably not. He doesn’t want me to lose face in front of my co-workers. But what WILL he do???? He KNOWS I’m freaking out here! Surely he knows that I know my bottom will be SCORCHED by the time he’s done with me!!!

“Oh, WHY did I do it!!!??? WHY couldn’t I have just avoided that last “FUCK YOU!!!???

“OHMYGOD, this must be his bus…OHMYGOD, I want him SO BAD!!!! I’m in SUCH trouble!!! Why am I so wet, right now??? I…I…I can’t WAIT! Wait for WHAT!!??? What will he do??? I can’t wait to kiss him!!!”

Tina’s arousal and anticipation are about the only things that are keeping her together right now. David always does what he says. He has NEVER backed down. Yet, Tina cannot WAIT to see him…

Even though she knows she will probably not be able to sit for the next few days…

What she DOESN’T know, is that David almost can’t contain himself: he can’t WAIT to get off that bus, and hold the woman he has grown so fond of…

Still, he also knows that he must blister her bottom like it has never been spanked before, and it will take all of his strength and resolve. But once it’s over, he is confident that Tina will NEVER say those things again. Even as his bus pulls into the depot, David makes one last affirmation to himself: “I will see to it that Tina NEVER crosses that line again!”

He steps from the bus…

——-

David searches the crowd of eager faces – happy faces of all of those who have been too long separated from their family members/friends/lovers.

An amused smile crosses his lips as David realizes that Tina has seen him first, and has been jumping up and down, waving her arms from the very back of the throng. Tina is just a little over 5 feet tall, but has somehow managed to overcome the taller crowd with an abundance of enthusiasm in order to get his attention. His amused smile quickly turns to an ear-to-ear grin as he lets her know he has seen her, and works his way to her through the masses.

Then…then they are face to face once again…

The electricity fairly crackles in the air as their eyes meet. Their smiles fade into expressions of desire – the delicious pause of passion…

Then, the embrace: the deep, pure kiss of those who know each other as no one else does…a kiss that ensures that they are alone, among the hundreds of other arrivals and their parties…a kiss that drowns out any other sound but their own impatient breaths, and the pounding of one heartbeat into another…

But the depot is not where they intend to spend the weekend. Their toes touch pavement once again, and he wraps his arm around her, leading her to the parking lot.

As David and Tina walk past them, two elderly ladies follow the couple with their eyes: one smiling and nodding with nostalgia, the other shaking her head and mumbling in disgust – one who has known such feelings in the distant past, and one who, regrettably, never shall…

As they approach the car, Tina’s feelings of anxiety start to build once again. “He’s acting as though nothing’s wrong! Surely he hasn’t forgotten. Could it be that he’s changed his mind?”

Her feelings are mixed, on the one hand hoping he will do as he has promised, on the other wishing to GOD that he will not! David takes the keys from her and opens the trunk, easily tossing his bags inside, laughing and talking.

She doesn’t hear a word he says…

David walks her to the passenger side (he almost ALWAYS drives), and unlocks the door for her. He can’t help but kiss her again. He is SO happy to see her!

Then, even as the shivers up her spine subside, and her eyes slowly reopen to meet his gaze, David leans down and whispers in her ear: “Tina, you are really, REALLY going to get it tonite…”

Tina’s sudden trembling makes it difficult for her to slide inside the car, and a wave of dizziness makes it necessary for David to lend her a hand. Normally, he would be concerned, but he knows what is going on – after all, psychological timing and control is an important part of an effective spanking.

Tina recalls none of the conversation on the 15 minute (5 hour long) ride to her home…

——

David pulls the car into the driveway, and quickly removes the bags from the trunk, watching with amusement out of the corner of his eye at just how difficult it seems to be for Tina to get out of the car. Truth be told, he can’t WAIT to get her over his knee! But drawing it out is half the fun: Tina always acts differently when she knows she is going to be spanked, and he devilishly enjoys the psychological torture he administers in the minutes leading up to the actual event. It’s all part of the process.

In a way, Tina enjoys it too, but at this very moment, she would never be able to say just why:

Her butterflies are at a fever pitch. “What’s he talking about now? Ordering in Chinese food tonite? Why is he doing this to me? WHAT’S GOING ON??? Has he decided to wait until later in the weekend?”

Tina gets her answer as soon as the front door shut behind them. As David puts down his bags, he speaks quietly, yet firmly, without looking at her:

“Tina, I want you to go fetch the paddle – you know which one – and place it on the coffee table along with the blindfold, the restraints, and the bottle of lotion.”

All of the blood drains from Tina’s face as the realization of what David has just said hits home.

“Tina, did you hear me? Don’t make me ask you again…” Quiet. Demanding. In control.

Even as she makes a beeline for the bedroom, Tina’s feeling of dread makes it difficult for her to concentrate. At least now she knows what is going to happen, but it is small consolation.

——

Tina removes the key to the trunk from its hiding place, and, trembling, inserts it into the lock. They had dubbed the trunk “Pandora’s Box” when they first brought it home those many months ago and placed it at the foot of Tina’s bed. She lifts the lid and once again takes in the vast array of “toys” it contains: restraints; blindfolds; dildos, vibrators, and butt-plugs of various sizes; a myriad of paddles, hairbrushes, straps, and canes, lotions and potions…

For a brief moment, Tina forgets her predicament and her eyes glaze over with the memories of ecstasies past. Her gaze travels from one implement to the next — “GOD that butt-plug felt sooooooo good! And ooooohhh I just LOVE the ribs on that vibrator sleeve!” Although already aroused (why did the thought of being spanked turn her on so much!?), she is now thoroughly wet from her musings…

The sound of David clearing his throat downstairs brings her sharply out of her reverie, focusing her attention on the task at hand. She quickly grabs the items he had requested, making SURE that she grabs the correct paddle. Certainly, there were many less effective devices to choose from, but the last thing Tina wanted was to have David march her back up here so that HE could choose something!

The paddle he requested was indeed very large and very thick, but there were also FAR more devious “weapons” in their “arsenal.” No, she knows the one he wants, and she marvels at its near-perfect balance, and at the way its grip virtually molds to her hand – it will not slip from David’s grasp tonite…

Sometimes, Tina is honest with herself. When she is, she has to admit that this paddle is her favorite implement as well. Why? Because Tina requested that her name be carved onto the back of the paddle when they first purchased it together. She will never forget her embarrassment, nor the smirk on the store owner’s face, as he “customized” it for them…

——

Knowing David might be getting impatient, she gathered up tonite’s requests and hurried downstairs, not bothering to lock “Pandora’s Box” behind her. (She had a feeling the trunk would be opened quite a few more times this weekend.)

Carefully placing the items on the coffee table as David had directed, she could not help but notice that he had removed his tie and was in the process of rolling up his sleeves. Tina shivered as she watched, yet, she had no idea why such a simple gesture would have such an effect on her…

“Check the windows, Tina.”

Thankful that he was keeping her busy so that she could be distracted from her impending fate, Tina went into each room of the house from top to bottom, to make sure that all of the windows were closed. Nosy Mrs. Cravits from next door had more than once inquired about the “strange slapping noises” she had heard. Thus, Tina and David had adopted this simple routine in order to prevent any potentially embarrassing sounds from emanating beyond the inner walls.

Tina took as much time as she thought she could get away with, and finally returned to the living room, where David was now seated on the couch. She was well aware that her ordeal was about to begin, and she could not quite understand why she was so aroused at the same time she was filled with dread. She could not quite understand why she ALWAYS felt this way every time David was about to tan her bottom. She didn’t have long to dwell on it, though…

“Strip to your panties, Tina.”

Tina swooned just a bit, and tried to suppress the quick stab of defiance that entered her mind: “How DARE he treat me like a CHILD!”

Too late. David had already seen her silent impudence.

“I said strip to your panties, young lady! Do it right now!”

He was not yelling. In fact, he had not even raised his voice. But the force of his tone was enough to send Tina off balance – she took a step backward in order to steady herself. My GOD how this man could command her!

Fumbling with her blouse, Tina proceeded to undo the buttons, succeeding in getting the first 3 undone before giving up and pulling it over her head. This man had made passionate love to her for hours – had seen and thoroughly explored every crevice of her body while she mewwed with pleasure!

Yet now, standing before him this way, she blushed with embarrassment. She felt like a 12-year-old schoolgirl who had been naughty and was now about to be punished. “Not far from the truth,” she thought to herself, as she reached back to undo her bra.

David sat expressionless as she freed her breasts, exposing them to his burning gaze. She knew – deep down – that he was getting aroused by this. Yet, at this point both he and Tina were so firmly entrenched in their roles that the thought was gone before it even registered.

David WAS aroused. His total control over her – given to him freely by her – was the stuff of pure fantasy. The fact that this beautiful woman would willfully submit to him so thoroughly excited him more than he cared to admit. It was difficult for him to hide his erection from her, as she unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor…

“Fold your clothes neatly, Tina, and put them over on the end table.” Total control. David wasn’t leaving out any details…

She did as she was told, and then stood in front of him, her arms wrapped protectively across her breasts, a girl about to be chastised. But David, as is his wont to do, decided to draw it out even more. He had just a bit more in mind for her before he actually turned her over his knee…

“Walk over to the wall, Tina, and face it properly. Take the blindfold with you…”

As if in a trance, Tina grabbed the blindfold from the table, and walked over to the wall. She didn’t think twice as she placed the blindfold over her eyes, almost glad that at least one of her senses was now dampened.

“Place your hands flat against the wall, Tina. We’re going to discuss what’s going to happen tonite…”

David’s voice brought Tina to places she never admitted to herself that she wanted to go. As she complied with his wishes, and placed her hands against the cool surface of the wall, she found herself whirling with desire…the desire to please David, no matter WHAT he might have in mind for her…

“Spread your legs, Tina. Spread them as far apart as you can…”

She did so, without hesitation. But a smile formed on her lips as she heard David removing the rest of his clothes. He had changed his mind, and had decided that he wanted to be as naked as she was for what was to follow. If she was to be turned across his lap, she would MUCH rather feel his naked thighs beneath her. She also knew that it meant David’s desire was approaching her own. Still, she had the presence of mind to stay silent – her thoughts staying with her, even as he came up behind her…

“What is going to happen tonite, Tina?”

“You’re going to spank me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve said some things that I shouldn’t have.”

“Correct. Do you feel you deserve what you have coming?”

“Yes. Yes I do.”

“Good. How will I begin?”

“My panties will only be in the way…”

“Correct.”

“You will start with some spanks to my panties, to warm me up…”

“Correct.”

Tina paused, her hands trembling against the wall, the blindfold focusing her attention, her legs spread open for him, her arousal deep and pure…

David pressed up against her, his (now naked) chest pushing into her back, his erection teasing her most private places, as he whispered into her ear:

“I ask you again: what is going to happen, Tina?”

“You are going to spank me.”

“How many times?” David reached around and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples back and forth…

“300 times.” It was difficult for her to say.

“I’m going to spank your bottom with my hand 250 times. Then I’m going to pick up the paddle.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Will you count for me?”

“Yes, David. Yes I will.”

“Will you learn your lesson?”

“I KNOW I will, David! I KNOW I WILL!!!”

David’s attention to her nipples was distracting her. Tina was already SO wet, but he knew how to make her even MORE aroused:

“I’m going to use the paddle, Tina. I’m going to use it 50 times…”

“I know.”

“I’m going to have you count each and every stroke.”

“I know, David. I want to. I want to count them.”

David slipped a finger underneath her panties. He played with her clit for a few seconds, then reached up and pulled her panties down to her thighs.

“You know what I will do when I’m done, don’t you.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to do it?”

“OOOOhhhhh, YES!”

David took the tip of his cock and teased Tina’s back door with it. He pushed – just slightly – into her anus.

“I’m going to go here once we’re done, Tina.”

“Yes. OOOhhhhh, yes I know.”

Tina arched her back, pushing her derriere out as far as she could. She would have given ANYTHING to have him push inside her right now. But she also knew that David wouldn’t. DAMN his FUCKING control!!!

David pulled her panties back up, re-establishing the barrier between his cock and her bottom. His next words sent a chill up Tina’s spine:

“It’s time.”

——

David led her back over to the couch, and then proceeded to bind her wrists together with the restraints. He gently guided her over his lap, placing a pillow near her head. She pulled it closer, and laid on top of it. Tina could already feel the heat from David’s thighs match her own, as she settled across him.

“You KNOW why this is about to happen, Tina. And I promise you that you will think twice before ever saying the things you’ve said to me again.”

Starting slowly, David administered several blistering spanks to Tina’s bottom, her panties offering little protection from the blows. She knew that none of these “counted”, and that her spanking had not yet truly begun. Still, she pulled against her restraints – David knew how to make her squirm…

After a dozen or so swats, David paused and tugged at her panties. He peeled them down deliberately, so slowly that she might have BEGGED for him to rip them off. She knew better…

David “parked” Tina’s panties just below her upper thighs, exposing her entire backside to his gaze and the spanks that were to come. Strangely, she found herself arching her back, pushing her behind in the air – a better target for him…

He started out slowly and somewhat softly, giving Tina time to get used to the feeling of his hand as it connected with her bottom. Ten, twenty, thirty spanks landed, and Tina actually loved the heat David’s hand produced. She wagged her little bottom back and forth slightly, reveling in the pleasure of a light spanking.

And then David increased the strength of the swats. Swat #31 fairly took Tina’s breath away, his hand landing strongly and firmly over both of her cheeks. David raised his hand even higher for #32, 33, and 34, landing on first one cheek, and then the other. It was then that Tina realized that this was not going to be any light, easy chastisement. David had promised that she would NEVER forget it. He was now putting that promise into action…

By the time he had imprinted her bottom 50 times, Tina was struggling against her bonds, trying to escape from the onslaught of David’s blows. It seemed to her as though each successive swat was harder than the last, and her behind had caught on FIRE!

David had deliberately chosen not to have Tina count the initial 250 spanks with his hand. He knew that unless she counted out loud, she would have no idea how long the spanking would last. He was right.

Passing the 100 mark, he had to hold Tina down firmly, pressing into the small of her back to keep her in place. Tina’s behind was as pink as it was going to get, yet, she still had 150 more spanks to endure.

“I’ll NEVER, EVER say that again!!!!,” Tina thought to herself. “How could I have doubted him???”

Pulling futilely at her bonds, Tina tried to tell herself that it would be over soon, as David landed a flurry of spanks to her “sweet spot” – centered right over her anus and just above her thighs. “I’m going to die! I can’t take any more! Surely he must be almost done!!!”

But he wasn’t. Reaching 175 swats, David’s hand began to ache. He paused for a moment, and let his hand stray to the wetness that was all too apparent between Tina’s legs. She sighed as his fingers found her clit again, and once again her back arched, her buttocks sticking high in the air. It reminded David that he needed to continue with her punishment. He did…

Each swat echoed around the room, and with each, Tina’s gasps followed. “225…226…227…228!!!”

Tina’s bottom was an inferno – each time David’s hand landed, she pushed and pulled and struggled, her legs scissoring in a vain attempt to ward off the sting. David, on the other hand, timed his swats so that she had just enough time for each one to register before the next one landed. “241…242…243…244!!!”

David made sure that the last few spanks were just a little harder than all the rest. He took his time, and placed them strategically: every single inch of Tina’s backside was covered. “245…246…247…248…249!!!!!”

To Tina, the spanking had gone on and on and on forever. She thought it might NEVER end. But when David paused before the final swat, she knew this was it – his final blow was ALWAYS the most severe. She held her breath, waiting for it to land…

When it did, she could not breathe at all – David had raised his hand high, and came down with a swat that seemed to cover her entire behind. Tina’s short scream was accompanied by the fierce arching of her back, as her wrists wrenched at her bonds, and her body contorted in ways it was not meant to. Finally, Tina allowed herself to break into tears…sweet release…

David knew that he had brought Tina to her very threshold: he had given her exactly what she could take – no more and no less. He paused a moment to let her savor it…

——

The paddle was big enough to cover Tina’s entire bottom, but David seldom took advantage of that aspect of it. Rather, he used the paddle’s natural weight to do the work for him, and to make sure that all parts of Tina’s bottom were paid attention to equally.

“We’ve gotten through the first phase of your punishment, Tina. What am I going to do next?”

“You’re going to paddle my bottom,” Tina said, gasping through her sobs.

“Yes, I am, Tina. I’m going to paddle you until you can’t sit. Why am I going to that, Tina?”

“Because I said things that I shouldn’t have said…”

“Correct. And will you say them again?”

“NO!!! No, sir, I WON’T!! I PROMISE I won’t!!!”

“How many times am I going to paddle you, Tina?”

“50 times, David. 50 times. I am SO sorry, David! I’ll NEVER say those things again!!!! I SWEAR!!!!”

“I’m sure that you won’t, Tina, once I’m done with you. As I mentioned before, I’m going to have you count these, Tina. Each and every one.”

“I want to count them, David…”

“Do you?”

“Yes, sir. I want to count all of them…”

“Why?”

“Because I should, David. Because I never want to forget…”

“I will make absolutely sure that you don’t…”

Tina’s sobs had subsided, and although she dreaded what was to come, her arousal was palpable. She didn’t dare tell David, but she had almost cum during her spanking, her emotions and sensations were SO intense, fueled by the pain.

She knew that David was excited by it too – she could feel his erection pressing up into her, which only heightened her desire…

David had procured a glass of water from the kitchen while Tina had checked the windows earlier, and now he dipped his fingertips into it, drizzling trails onto Tina’s behind. She knew the water would only add to the sting of the paddle, yet she couldn’t help herself from arching her back and waving her bottom in the air. And David could SWEAR he saw steam rising from her perfect backside…

——

The paddle felt good in David’s hand. No doubt about it – this was one of their best purchases. Perfectly balanced. A grip that made you WANT to hold it. He was surprised when Tina had asked the man to put her name on it, but somehow it made all the sense in the world…

“Tina?”

“Yes, David?”

“I want to fuck you Tina. I want to fuck you with the paddle.”

“I want you to, David. Please.”

Tina’s lust had long overcome her pain.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh yes, David. Please fuck me!” Tina hoped she didn’t sound too desperate…
David took the handle and placed it firmly against Tina’s anus. She let out a short gasp as he pushed the tip of the handle inside of her. Totally relaxed from her spanking earlier, Tina’s opening gave way easily. David dipped it in and out of Tina briefly, teasing her entrance, while she reveled in the sensations, a premonition of what was to come later.

Then he laid it flat across her bottom, sliding it around her wet behind, letting her feel the surface that was about to betray her…

The first blow caught Tina by surprise, the sting settling in several seconds later. It was a mild swat, even though the water on her bottom magnified it. David decided to start out slowly, paddling Tina with mild strokes…

“How many was that, young lady?”

“Three!”

“That’s correct. From now on, I suggest you don’t miss a stroke. I would hate to have to start all over again…”

Tina knew David was serious – if she miscounted, she would pay the consequences. DAMN HIM!!! Now she HAD to focus on each and every swat…

“Four!” Still rather light. Tina was thankful that David had decided to…

“FIVEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!” He had brought it down hard, across both cheeks – surely it was a mistake?

No. David ALWAYS means what he says. Tina realized very soon that her bottom was NEVER going to forget tonite’s ministrations: “SIIIIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!! OHMYGOD!!!!! NO!!!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!”

“I already……told you……that I was NOT……going to stop……no matter HOW much……you begged……me to!!!”

David was excruciatingly methodical: one cheek, then the other, then in between, then high, then low, then the “sweet spot”, then one cheek, then the other, then in between…

Somehow, Tina was able to keep count. At 25, David slid the entire length of the paddle between her cheeks, sliding across her anus, pushing between her folds, and coming to rest at her clit, where he jiggled the paddle back and forth, teasing her with the edge. Tina broke: sobbing with pain and pleasure, wondering where one sensation stopped and another one began…

“HOW MANY WAS THAT!!!???”

“2..2..25!!!!”

“Very good. Let’s continue.”

Each time the paddle landed, Tina gasped out the number. Deep down, however, she was counting down to when the pain would stop, and the pleasure would begin. Still, she could not help but SWEAR to herself that she would NEVER, EVER, EVER do ANYTHING to bring this on again!!!!

“28…29…30!!!”

David paused to sprinkle some more water on her bottom. A bottom that was SO hot, that he thought it might burst into flames at any moment!

“35…36…37…38…39…40!!!!”

Tina’s count never faltered, but she was now delirious with pleasure/pain: David paddled her behind without mercy, yet the anticipation of what was to come, coupled by the incessant erection pushing into her somehow made the whole process more tolerable…(Her wrists would disagree, however: they would be bruised for days afterward as a result of her struggles…)

“45…46…47…48…49…!!!!!!!!!”

Even through her blindfold, Tina knew that David’s hand was now raised higher than it had been the entire night. She braced herself for the final – almost unbearable – swat. But it would not be that easy…

“Why are you over my knee, right now, Tina?” Calm. Collected. Confidant. Cool. As though NOTHING had happened.

“B…B…Because I s-said th-things that I sh-shouldn’t have?”

“Correct.” Calm. Collected. Confidant. Cool. As though NOTHING had happened.

“And what am I about to do, young lady?” Calm. Collected. Confidant. Cool. As though NOTHING had happened.

“You’re g-going to p-p-paddle my b-bottom one more t-time…”

“Do you think I should go easy on you? Or do you think I should make sure that you never forget this swat?” Calm. Collected. Confidant. Cool. As though NOTHING had happened.

“I want to feel it, David. I want to feel it forever…”

“Do you?”

“Yes, my love…I want to feel it always…”

David was torn. How could he do this to such a woman? And then he remembered his resolve: “I will see to it that Tina NEVER crosses that line again!”

“Tina, I never, EVER want to hear those words cross your lips again.”

“You WON’T David!! I PROMISE!!!!”

“I want you to spread your legs for me, Tina. Spread them as far apart as you can.”

All of a sudden, the same dread that Tina had felt as she was driving to the bus station came back in full force. “OHMYGOD! What’s he going to do!!!???”

“I won’t ask you again, Tina. Spread your legs as far as they can go,” he commanded.

Slowly, Tina’s legs separated, splaying herself open, fully exposing herself to David and the paddle he still held high above his head…

“I never want you to forget this, Tina. I never want to have to do this again. Do you understand me, Tina?”

“Yes, sir.”

The paddle came down with a force that Tina could never before have imagined. The water, still clinging to her bottom, helped the thick wood penetrate into her very depths: anus, vagina, clitoris, buttocks, thighs – none were spared by David’s final swat.

Tina screamed. David’s head dropped in shame, and came up just as quickly in justification. Tina started crying…

——

David let her cry, Tina still strewn over his lap, blindfold in place, tears spewing out from under. He had never seen her this way: her body wracked in spasm, her entire being giving in to ghosts he knew nothing about. He had pushed Tina to her limit, no doubt about it. But there was something here that had nothing to do with a mere paddling. This had to do with guilt and grief and denial and acceptance. The paddling had been the catalyst, that was certain. But Tina was now releasing things that even she was not quite sure of.

And David held her. He NEVER wanted to let her go…

——

David helped Tina to her feet, still sobbing, and led her to the chair: the big, comfortable chair in the corner of the room. Carefully, he guided each of her knees to the cushion, and bent her over facing away from him. Still bound at the wrists, Tina leaned her forearms on the plush back of the chair, placing her face sideways against the pillow-like texture that awaited her.

And then David started to make love to her…

He started between her shoulders, using his mouth and working his way down her spine. Tina’s arousal sparked once again, forgetting whatever phantoms had invaded her just moments before…

Tina arched her back as David’s tongue found the top of her crack. So many nerves lit up inside her. The anticipation of what he was going to do next brought her wetness back in full force: how she LOVED the way he used his mouth!

Slowly, he worked his way down her cleft, until he reached her “rosebud.” He teased her, sliding around the ridges of her back door, but never quite approaching her entrance. The first of many moans slid from Tina’s lips.

David worked his way down, flattening his tongue across her perineum, working it through her folds until he reached her clit. One swipe across it, and he was on his way up again.

This time, he decided to pry her open a bit, teasing her anus with his tongue, and moving in small circles.

Tina pulled at her bonds. Shivers of pleasure pushed into her…

David moved down again, this time sliding his tongue deeply within her wetness, sucking gently on her folds, until he wrapped his mouth around her clitoris, and slid his tongue heavily across it, over and over again.

And then he moved up, probing her depths as he returned to his goal…

This time, when David reaches her back door, he leans into it, pushing in and sucking gently – darting in and out, literally fucking Tina’s ass with his tongue. He spreads her open with his hands to gain better access. Tina’s moans increase, and David revels in her pleasure.

——

The first time he had reamed Tina’s anus like this, she had been unable to relax: “What does it taste like?” “Am I clean enough for him?” “Does he really ENJOY this?”

But that was the first time. Now, none of these thoughts cross Tina’s mind: she arches her back and sticks her butt out and savors the feelings – the unique feelings – that only David’s tongue can produce. His ministrations behind create untold wetness up front…

In fact, David LOVES to “eat” Tina’s ass. He LOVES to watch her reactions as he uses his mouth. He loves to bring up his hand, sliding his thumb deeply into Tina’s wetness, even as the rest of his fingers play with her clit down below…

Tina reaches her plateau very quickly. She could easily cum at any moment. David, sensing this, removes his hand from her mons, and grabs the bottle of lotion from the coffee table, pouring a generous amount of it into his hand. He continues to rim Tina as the lotion warms up in his palm, maintaining her desire, yet making sure that she does not cum just yet. David LOVES to draw things out…

“You know what I want to do, don’t you, Tina?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to feel me back there?”

“OOOOOoooohhhhh YES, David!”

“Are you sure?”

“I can’t wait, David. I want to feel you SO BAD!”

“You are going to, Tina. And I cannot WAIT to feel you wrap around me…”

An extra thrill travels up Tina’s spine. She lives for David’s pleasure, and she knows how much he enjoys pushing into her bottom. What he doesn’t know is that the feeling is quite mutual: Tina LOVES to feel him “pry her open” back there – to feel his length push into her very center. The mere thought of it has fueled most of her fantasies for the past few months…

David is heady with desire as he stands up behind her. Though Tina is blindfolded, she can still hear/feel what he is doing, and it adds to her anticipation and desire. She is bent over, her bottom high in the air, her shoulders buried in the back of the chair. Her freshly-spanked behind stares up at him, splayed open and ready.

David takes his hand and spreads Tina open just a bit more. He slathers her crack from top to bottom with his other hand, working the lotion deeply into her backside. The tip of his finger enters her behind quite easily: his tongue’s efforts earlier have made sure that Tina’s rear end is quite relaxed, at this point…

David’s shaft is a perfect fit, as he places his entire length deeply into Tina’s crevice. Her buttocks wraps around him, eager to feel what’s next. The heat from her spanking now felt delicious, coupled with everything else…

——

David reaches up and under and cups each of Tina’s breasts, as he starts a slow frottage (rhymes with “collage”). Tina gets more and more aroused as she feels the entire length of David’s shaft slide back and forth across her anus…

Goosebumps crop up, then disappear in many different places. Tina’s moans return – moans of anticipation and sheer, pure pleasure. Finally, she can’t stand it any more:

“Please, David…please…”

She doesn’t need to say anything else: David brings his hands back down to Tina’s bottom, and spreads her open again. He takes the tip of his cock, and places it where his tongue was so adventurous earlier. Tina’s anus wraps gently around him, attesting to the fact that she is now very relaxed and very aroused.

She is SO wet, and so relaxed that – coupled with the lotion – David could slide all the way inside her like a knife through melting butter. As usual, though, he decides to draw it out once again, savoring EVERY moment…

David pushes slightly, then pulls back. Pushes slightly, and pulls back again. Each tiny thrust spreads Tina open a bit further. Finally, he continues to push, and Tina’s backside stretches around him, until his “crown” – only his tip – “pops” inside. They both gasp with pleasure…

Tina’s muscles crush David’s shaft involuntarily, as he waits to let her get used to the feeling. He can barely continue to stand as his body endures a tremendous shiver of pleasure. Then, regaining control, his hands find her breasts once again, and he starts to roll her perfect nipples between his fingertips.

Tina relaxes. David pushes in further. One inch. Two inches. Three.

David pulls back, and pushes in again. Tina can’t WAIT to feel more of him. Goosebumps appear again, covering her buttocks and thighs.

Finally, David pulls back all the way, until the ridge of his corona catches inside of her. Then, with one long, slow, fluid stroke, David pushes into Tina’s bottom ALL the way, burying himself to the hilt.

Tina’s moan is deep and guttural. David holds his breath, and then releases his lungs. He does it again: pulling back, and pushing in deeply…then again…and again…and again…

——

The shivers up Tina’s spine are almost too much for her to bear, as she arches her back to receive David. Yet, all she wants is to feel more. Still, she knows that her butt is only beginning to be fucked. Her behind is going to feel SO good. She is almost delirious with the thought of it: “I can’t stand it! Is there such a thing as too much pleasure???”

David starts a slow, steady rhythm, sliding all the way back, and pushing all the way back in.

After 30 strokes or so, David decides to pull all the way out, and then pushes his tip back in. Tina is now VERY relaxed, and her ring of muscles offers very little resistance as David’s crown pops back inside.

He pulls out again, and pushes past Tina’s anus again, “entering” her over and over and over. He fucks her bottom with just his tip, popping in and out, a dozen or so times, before sliding all the way back inside her again.

And so David develops a pattern: 30 deep strokes. 12 “entry thrusts”. 30. 12. 30. 12. 30…

Tina is beside herself with pleasure, moaning almost constantly. David LIVES for her moans, and he knows he will not last much longer.

Tina, on the other hand, reached her plateau almost immediately, from that first deep thrust. In fact, she was ready to cum from David’s tongue, when he teased her earlier. He would never allow such a thing, though. He wants her to feel all of the pleasure that she possibly can…

David ensures that Tina’s plateau is a safe place for her to stay – a place that she can stay for quite some time. But with each pass through David’s “pattern,” Tina gets closer and closer, until she is but one step away from the edge.

“I want this to last for a long, long time, Tina. Do you want it to last?”

“I want it to, David. I SO want it to. But I want – I NEED – to cum. Make me cum, David. Make me cum SO hard!”

Hearing this, David picks up the pace a notch – still not too fast, but definitely noticeable to Tina. Now, with each thrust, David pulls all the way out, and pushes back past Tina’s anus to bury deep inside her.

To Tina, this has the effect of doubling David’s efforts: each time he pushes past her entrance, a shiver of pleasure rides up her spine. Each time he pushes all the way inside, another wave of pleasure washes over her. Swelling. Crashing. Swirling. Grinding.

David’s strokes are now coming quite rapidly, yet with a controlled angle and speed. Tina’s pleasure is reaching the boiling point.

David reaches under her and slides the entire length of his finger over the hood protecting her (now engorged) clit. Over and over, his finger slides back and forth, even as he continues to pump her behind.

Tina had been a step away before, but now she has taken that step, and is teetering on the brink. David keeps her there for a minute or so, sliding his finger across her clit, pumping her bottom and pushing in and out of her anus.

Tina isn’t moaning any more: her breaths are short and rapid. Her last coherent thought is that she could never have imagined – in a million years – that she could ever feel SO GOOD…

Then David pushes away her hood, and rolls her bundle of nerves on his fingertips.

That is IT for Tina: she dives into the abyss of bliss…

David LIVES for Tina’s pleasure, and since she has found her peak, he now feels free to pursue his own. When Tina cums, she cums HARD, and her muscles crush down on his shaft, virtually doubling the sweet, sweet friction that has gone before.

That is IT for David: he throws back his head and jumps into the world of perfect pleasure…

As Tina’s climax ebbs, she grows aware of the fact that David is cumming, shooting jet after jet deep inside of her. His pleasure is EVERYTHING to her.

It pushes her over the edge once again: Tina loses herself in a whorl of ecstasy…

David continues to pump Tina’s bottom, grinding hard with every thrust, so that she can cum as hard as possible. Judging from the length and volume of her moans, he feels he has achieved some success.

Tina’s second orgasm causes her to clamp down again and “milk” him dry. David slows his pace until he comes to a halt, parked deeply inside Tina’s behind. She is sobbing silently – her release deep and thorough. His hands slide under her once again, cupping her breasts and pulling her up until her back presses into his chest. Reaching up and removing her blindfold, he whispers in her ear that 3-word phrase that she always loves to hear, and that she knows is true…“ILY”…

Tina feels the same, but her impudence has taken over once again: her only response is to arch her back and push her butt back onto David’s erection, wagging her tail ever so slightly, savoring the feeling of him inside her. A smile crosses her lips as she hears him gasp with pleasure. Tina knows who is REALLY the “boss”…

David slowly withdraws from her warmth, and helps her to her feet, untying her wrists. He gathers her into his arms and kisses her as he has never kissed another. Deep. Passionate. Pure. Tina can’t help but swoon, her consciousness threatening to escape her…

Then, he grabs the bottle of lotion and leads her gently upstairs to the bedroom.

“Pandora’s Box” awaits…